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Their work done, the old gods nodded and gave each other their mark, the holy Horns of greeting, and did crack open a keg of the finest mead, watching the afterparty of their creation. They still watch to this day, guiding those worthy of their song and uplifting those worthy of their music. | Their work done, the old gods nodded and gave each other their mark, the holy Horns of greeting, and did crack open a keg of the finest mead, watching the afterparty of their creation. They still watch to this day, guiding those worthy of their song and uplifting those worthy of their music. | ||
Revision as of 20:26, 13 October 2011
Metalrealm: Hail and Kill was a setting based on metal music, made up by /tg/ in the October of 2011. The setting is more fantasy and has less obvious references than the Heavy mythril setting.
It is also the hardest, most metal contribution /tg/ has ever made to the world of RPGs. In this world, tribes of corpse-painted Blackened fight against the blonde warriors of Tyrnoth, the Steel Kingdom; waste druids smoke the stickiest dope in the desert; and the hoary undead wait in frozen torture for their release, listening for the growl of death to signal their icy freedom. Meanwhile, the gods above watch, wondering what the future of this world holds for them...
In the beginning, there was the void. It was cold, dark, and quiet. All was still. All was silent.
Then, with a roar of eldritch fire and squealing noise, the old gods of Metal rode into the scene, riding thundering void-dragons and wielding the instruments of creation. They saw the darkness, and said, as a man, "FUCK THIS."
So, bearing their mighty instruments up, they conjured from the cold firmament the very first elements of the new world - fire, wind, blood, noise, rock, and metal. They played a song so dark and deep, yet so shining and bold, that the universe itself recoiled in shock, and vibrated with the tune.
As the universe vibrated, the heavenly chords created the first world - the world of metal. Water descended from mighty storms of guitar and treble. The land erupted from thick, meaty bass chords. Air was screamed from the lungs of the titans, covering it in atmosphere. Life shook itself awake from the very stones as the drumsticks of creation beat against the drum of infinity.
And with one last, angelic wail, Man was created, full of will and a yearning for something more - something powerful. Something... METAL.
Their work done, the old gods nodded and gave each other their mark, the holy Horns of greeting, and did crack open a keg of the finest mead, watching the afterparty of their creation. They still watch to this day, guiding those worthy of their song and uplifting those worthy of their music.